When Su Liuying returned to the villa, she had already composed herself. She knew her perpetually preoccupied demeanor would undoubtedly worry Quan Tianyou.
Although he hadn't pressed her on the matter further after noticing her discomfort in the car, she knew his heart was heavy because she remained tight-lipped.
At lunch, Su Liuying pretended to be in a light and cheerful mood. She took a bite of braised pork ribs, then turned toward Sister Wu, who was busy in the kitchen, and called out, "Sister Wu, your cooking is getting better and better! It's honestly no worse than the chefs at five-star hotels!"
"Hehe…"
Sister Wu stepped to the kitchen doorway, smiled at her, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Madam!"
"It's true!"
Su Liuying smiled and turned to Quan Tianyou. "Tianyou, I think we should give Sister Wu a raise. She puts so much care into her cooking every day, and it's always delicious!"
Quan Tianyou chuckled and replied, "Of course, no problem!"
